Had to see what is true,
When media screw…
News stories
To mirror their creeds,
With an objective to undo?
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Yellow and jingo once printed,
Are nothing compared to hate printed….
Open rebellion
Looks Orwellian,
By big financiers it’s rented.
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FOX NEWS is giving in
To the liberal din…
Instead of balancing
Progressive thinking,
Surrender is made to their sin.
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–A Political Opinion Poem–by Jonathan Caswell
Ideas flow in one’s head,
closer one is to bed…
Impressions made
Often are laid’
Down in a sleepy head.
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Then one doesn’t sleep,
The idea tends to creep,
And transfix the mind
For a long time,
To relax one must debrief!
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Many are nights
When caught by loving delights…
Memories
Where actions cease,
Wishing with all of one’s might.
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Finally to let go,
Asleep in a few hours or so…
disappointed
so appointed,
To have one’s wishes told “no”.
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(An aging person’s poem)
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–Jonathan Caswell
It’s not like he knew he would,
Do it to himself good…
Just that
In a matter of fact,
It’s what he understood.
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Knowing his temperament,
He wasn’t quite innocent…
Boundaries
Made safely,
Less chance she’d fear the gent.
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He’s saddened by the whole thing,
Knowing his own being…
Trying to place
Her in his space,
One-sided deal not working.
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With vigor abated,
It’s easier to stay related…
To his one friend–
His Missus again–
No other targets anticipated!
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–J.E.C.
If a miracle happened overnight,
What would you do at morning’s light…
My counselor queried
‘Bout things I was worried,
How’d I show my delight?
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FIRST…cartwheels down the lane…
I’d hardly need to explain,
Making love to my wife
Each day for life (!),
Each of us healed of our pain.
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She said, my counselor did,
The solution within me hid…
Neutral in mind
Relieves stress unkind,
Toward this she me has bid.
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–Jonathan Caswell
He’s very apt to become sweet,
For many women he’ll meet…
His natural bent
At times has meant,
His mouth full of wriggling feet!
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Taken him years to learn
In truth he needn’t burn…
For handsome lasses
That he passes,
And no one responds in turn.
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His the lonely quest
Attracted by face and breast…
Somewhat subsided
Impotence confided
To his wife, understanding the mess!
–
Looking less and slower burning,
Impassioned fidelity learning…
Business-like dealing
Instead of revealing
Commentary about yearning!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Having reviewed the tape,
Before its official “escape”…
Some innocence
By Presidents,
Are allowed in a political landscape!
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What can one do in public,
E’en the leader of a Republic…
Having hard-on
With women around,,
How can one ever have stopped it?
–
One might as well laugh as cry,
He’s the envy of many a guy..
Given age
It’s very sage
To flaunt it before it flies by!
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–J.E.C.
Come away with me Sweet,
To a place with breadfruit to eat…
I’ve not tasted
It won’t be wasted,
But you are my ultimate treat!
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Giving time for hands
Exploring wonderful lands…
Soft yet salty
Heart beats vaulting,
No one watches from the stands!
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Thus appreciating minds
Our growing desire reclines…
Closer growing
Inward going,
For stiffening excitement we’re taking time.
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Thinking ’bout THIS for hours,
Necessitates long cold showers…!
Cannot endure
Until exploring your
Paradise for wondrous hours!!!!!
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–J.E.C.
Returning up from the dregs
Of wonder between the legs…
Righteously
The Spirit sees
This one taken down a peg.
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From bingeing not on food
But absorption of .the lewd…
Your Word within
Like soap to the skin,
A cleansing interlude!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Day dreaming fantasy,
Far off possibilities…
Returning to youth
A little uncouth,
Ignoring social certainties!
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Regaining the use of something,
Going wild imagining…
Who would ride
No prospect denied,
Assuming all would be choosing.
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The actual cost of this spree–
A few thousand per treatment (WHO-WEE!)…
Is it worth
The bubble burst,
Cold showering reality?
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–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 